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"Kiss me, Jason, please," Percy said, his tear-streaked face still wet, and his voice muffled with desire. Jason did not kiss him. "Percy, you don't want to regret this, believe me. We can't. I can't." Percy pulled Jason closer. He rested his face on the curve of Jason's neck. Jason smelt Percy's hair. It smelt like his shampoo. He felt Percy's breath, hot and ragged on his neck. He tasted his tears. Salty. But Jason gave in. He tasted Percy's lips. Again. And again. He could Percy smiling into the kiss. He smiled too. "What is this if not heaven?" "Percy, my darling. Don't." "No, Jason, I can not resist you. All these years, I've only lied to myself. Not anymore." * * * He was a boy. And he was a boy. Can I make it any more obvious? Jason and Percy have been best buddies for as long as they could remember. Jason's bisexual in a closet. Jason is in love with Percy. Percy is straight (at least that's what he thinks yet). Percy has a girlfriend. Percy developed a crush on Jason. Pretty basic. Everything is normal. Right? But it doesn't remain so normal after all.
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